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Words Willcox/Music Lee)

In the labyrinth
We grow so thin
We grow protrusions
That we can fly and fight in

In the labyrinth
We grow guns with bullets in
We've all got a game to play
And we all want to win

The world blows so cold
Around scores of concrete plinths
In the metropolis we live in
Stand the President's men
The ones I have to deceive
To win the prize I want to win

Run run run run
I'm going to gun you down
Ratatatat
It's fun to see you run
Run like rats
Run in packs
Run
Run

We are the demolition men
We are the demolition men

In the labyrinth
There is no sun
We are great moon warriors
With built in guns

In the labyrinth
We have all the fun
Creeping up on the President's men
And laying them out in one

The world blows so cold
Around scores of concrete plinths
In the metropolis we live in
Stand the President's men
The ones I have to deceive
To win the prize I want to win

Run run run run
I'm going to gun you down
Ratatatat
We are the demolition men
We are the demolition men
We are the demolition men
We are the demolition men


WE ARE
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(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)

This is a word
In your ear
Can you hear?
We have come for your minds

We walk the streets
Arm in arm
Hand in hand
With charm and chance

We are the chosen ones
We are the moon and sun
We are lots of fun
We are the only ones

We move
We dance
We sing
We burst into flames

We are the chosen ones
We are painted ladies
We are of moon and sun
We are painted boys
We are lots of fun
We are liberators
We are the only ones
We are the golden ones

We move, we dance, we sing
You touch, we burst into flames

Yes, this is a word in your ear
Can you hear?
We have come for your minds

We walk the streets
Arm in arm
Hand in hand
With charm and chance

We are the chosen ones
We are the moon and sun
We are lots of fun
We are the only ones

We move
We dance
We sing
We burst into flames

We are the chosen ones
We are painted ladies
We are of moon and sun
We are painted boys
We are lots of fun
We are liberators
We are the only ones
We are the golden ones

We move, we dance, we sing
You touch, we burst into flames

You know the time has come
To call a romance
Take a chance
Take a leap
Make a modern classic dream




It's A Mystery (C) 1980 Sweet'n'Sour Songs Ltd.
Other Tracks (C) 1981 Sweet'n'Sour Songs Ltd